You burnt a massive hole deep inside my heart
The wound still stings
The wound is always sore
Yet the wound has also started to heal
Creating brand new flesh and bones
Like a caterpillar I feel my wings growing
And transforming into something new like a monarch butterfly
Death maybe near
Yet life still surrounds me
Pulling me in
Like a tight piece of rope
Closer and closer I get
To what I desire
And ultimately need
The journey can get dark
Yet there is light up ahead
Like that motto from that classic film
Just follow the yellow brick road
If only you would rejoin me on my journey to the land of Oz
Go on the adventure together like we always imagined
That be cool :)
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I'm a 29 year old curious and creative soul. Spread love like a wildfire.#NonBinary #Christian #WellsFiction
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Hope and despair. There is a balance to be found. Hopefully the yellow brick road leads to better times. Great poem, Matt and love the picture. I wonder where that is exactly. Do you know?
Nice article I like it ... and i like the adventure